Anyhoo, thats my thing. Chirpsing mums. And this is something I was well proud of, sharing my secret with other friends hoping to secure some proposals and always getting in some practice. But apparently I'm not the only one doing this. The reason why I bought this up is because I can hear my parents talking next door (they must think I'm asleep) about some guy my dad met who basically swept him off his feet (I swear my dad is a teeny tiny bit homosexual. I'm not even joking, the man is metro to the extreme and often talks about how this guy or that guy is really handsome. Did I tell you about the time I had to stand by watching him flirt shamelessly with the blatant gay guy at Lush? Baba didn't even know he was flirting but he totally was. It was so embarrassing ... and the hot gay guy didn't help either -___-) and how he's such a nice boy blahdeblah, etc. And I'm like OMG HE TOTALLY CHIRPSED MY DAD.
Or idk, maybe he really is a nice guy? Anyway it doesn't matter ... after almost a second week of Masters, I've realised how much of an Academic Slut I am, sitting and swooning at the front row of all my units, coming out of the lectures with multiple academic orgasms :D seriously though, the lecturers I got this year are so effin amazing!
⇢ academic slut and academic orgasms...omg that may be the best thing I've read in a long time! :D LOL!
I don't know anything about chirpsing mums (is that even a word???) or dads! I'm so awkward around parents and become a fucking mute when I'm around them. And your dad sounds adorable by the way. And heyyy who knows? maybe that guy end up being mr. lil-bee?
⇢ LOL its true though. I came out of that lecture smiling like a maniac. My brain was thoroughly stimulated. Idk, just something about being passionate about a subject and seeing that passion in someone teaching you that subject is just amazing :D I came out of the lecture all pumped and ready to take on the world (which at that point was my huge stack of reading)!
Aww dude, chirpsing mums is awesome! But I don't know if thats the case with Somalians though ... you just chat them up, saying how nice their house is and OMG that was the best cooked meal ever (be careful not to say this within earshot of other mums or it will end you up in sticky situations if you use the same line on everyone :P) and you would love if they would give you their secrets, etc, etc :P its quite fun you know, you can tell she's getting charmed but trying to remain strict .. but THE funniest is when they proper believe you and seriously start to dish out their dish secrets and you're smiling and nodding while in your head you think OMGOSH please don't let me laugh out loud :)
Also. my dad is not adorable. He is annoying -___- plus we had a fight and he swore at me so I'm not speaking to him till he apologises. Pfft.
⇢ *Somalis. ffs the word somalians is so ugly. Refrain from using it, lil-bee I DEMAND IT.
an lol I'm so awkward around elderly Somalis -.- it's always them mocking my Somali and me trying to avoid engaging in a conversation with them *le dramatic sigh*
⇢ Opps my bad! Anyway haha yeah I thought you would be :P plus they seem a bit more vicious then little tubby Bengali mums .. well some are hardcore though, which is why my success rate is 90%